here's another sterek one-shot and the meme that inspired it
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here's another sterek one-shot and the meme that inspired it
there's fluff and smut and safe! sex!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I need help finding a sterek fanfic i read ages ago but can’t find.
Derek and stiles are running away from a monster, they find like a corner to hide in but
There is very little space so they stand chest to chest, eventually stiles? Gets tired so both him and derek sit but stiles sits on Derek’s lap. One thing leads to another and they end up doing the deed. Scott finds them in the end and tells them the monster is gone but they tell him to go away.
I’ve been trying to find it for so long, it’s been bugging me
Scott does something tiny wrong: hes a monster!! Awfull friend to stiles and such a bad person
Theo, kills people, manipulates and more: hes just a kid!! He deserves to be forgiven and to have a second chance!!
Tean Wolf - Screaming in the Dark
Chapter 8 - Stiles POV
Prologue ll Ch1 ll Ch2 ll Ch3 ll Ch4 ll Ch5 ll Ch6 ll Ch7 ll
“I can't believe we're going to pick up your sixteen year old sister. This is crazy you have a sister.” I had been rambling.
I think I have been talking for about ten minutes now and Scott has not said a word.
“Stiles!” Scott yelled at me.
“Yep.” I answered him
“Shut up. I don’t need a play by play of last night's events. I was there. I told you what happened.” He informed me.
“I know. It's just crazy. I mean why are we just finding out about her now?” I asked him.
“My dad just found out about her. How was I supposed to know?” He said staring out his window he would not even look at me.
“Turn left here.” He told me.
I did what he said then looked back at him.
"Well where has she been the last sixteen years?" I asked him.
"I don't know. In foster care in Boston." He answered.
"That must have sucked. And she really had no memories from before she was found?" I asked.
"That's what my dad said." He answered.
"But why?" I asked.
"Stiles I don't know. Stop asking me questions. I don't know anything except what I told you." He said as he took a deep breath.
"Pull in here." He said as he pointed to the condo complex to my right.
I pulled in.
"What number again?" I asked.
"Really I have told you like ten times." He snapped at me.
"You don't need to yell at me. Did the big bad Alfa wake up on the wrong side of the bed." I teased him.
"More like I did not wake up at all." He mumbled.
"But seriously what number was it again?".
"22. Stiles. 22." He said.
I pulled in and parked in front of the house he told me.
"So where is she?" I asked as I looked around for a sixteen year old girl who I envisioned looking just like Scott but in a wig.
"She's right there," he said. Pointing as we stepped out of my jeep.
I looked over to where he was pointing.
"Her?" I asked.
"Yes." He was obviously annoyed with something.
I looked at the girl he pointed at and she was nothing like I thought.
She was leaning against the wall with one leg bent and supporting her up against the wall. She had long wavy dark hair that hung down to her waist. She was wearing a very short black dress that showed off her town legs that were covered in black socks. She did not seem to be wearing any make up but who could tell with girls. From here I could see the eyes that Scott told me about. One was distinctly blue and the other green.
"Dude. Your sister's hot." I said out loud before I even knew I was thinking it.
In response I got a firm punch in the arm from Scott.
"That hurt." I complained as I rubbed my arm.
"Shut up, that's my sister." He told me.
"What? She is." I responded not being able to help myself.
He looked over to me and growled softly.
Sometimes I really wish I could just shut off my brain and this was one of those times.
"You may be my best friend, but I suggest you don't say another word." He told me as she started to walk up to us.
When she reached us she dropped her cigarette and put it out with the tip of her shoe. She then looked up at me and smiled.
"Hi. I'm Thana." She told me with a huge smile on her face.
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in teen wolf who do you relate to most MENTALLY and maybe physically
stiles
liam
theo
lydia
malia
scott
derek
peter
Enjoying the evening! Stiles and his Sourwolf
I'm not loving you, the way I wanted to
What I had to do, had to run from you
I'm in love with you but the vibe is wrong
And that haunted me, all the way home
🌑 HELLO WOLFPIT. GATHER ROUND. I HAVE COMMITTED… A TRILOGY. 🌑
So um. Apparently I blacked out on Red Bull and Emotion™ because:
✨ ALL THREE PLAYLISTS FOR THE HE LOVED ME WRONG TRILOGY ARE NOW COMPLETE. ✨ Yes. ALL. THREE. ✨ I have officially soundtracked every breakdown, rebuild, tattoo, ruin, confrontation, and feral heart-moment these idiots go through.
Allow me to present:
🎧 Book 1 — He Loved Me Wrong: The Night I Stopped Being Yours (the playlist of running, breaking, and the night everything changed)
🎧 Book 2 — He Loved Me Wrong: What the Ruin Left Behind (the playlist of Chicago rebirth, ink, found family, and Derek’s ghost walking back in)
🎧 Book 3 — He Loved Me Wrong: The Man I Became For You (the playlist of reckoning, truth, healing, and the ending they fought tooth and nail to reach)
I will now be inserting the links like a proud unhinged parent:
👇 PLAYLISTS LIVE BELOW, MY BELOVED GREMLINS. SCREAM RESPONSIBLY. 👇 (or don't — this is the wolfpit, chaos is encouraged)
💛 thank you for listening 💛 thank you for surviving these books with me 💛 thank you for letting music become part of the story
Now excuse me while I go lie down on the floor and stare at the ceiling like a Victorian child recovering from emotions… and maybe — MAYBE — attempt to catch up on the sleep I’ve been ignoring since Book 1. (no promises, though. the wolfpit has hands.)
🐺🔥 THE WOLFPIT LIVES ON. 🔥🐺